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‘How do you tell the difference between poetry and prose, unless it rhymes?’ asked a group member, confessing that he gets confused, particularly when it comes to free verse. A fair question. It does get confusing, and these days the boundaries are blurring more and more.

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After making love, and a quick bath to wash the blood away, a stain appears in our conversation Because you’re inclined towards blame, gradually becoming defensive, I must decide I’ve been blinded: without even finally sensing it ©Dean J. Baker

Dean J. Baker is an intuitive and sensual poet with an uncanny ability to reach his readers at an intimate and in depth level. His wide variety of poetry is both passionate and deeply personal and his artistry and understanding of language is truly a gift.

Under this long highway of night, we learn to whisper our goodbyes The great tree shapes against the sky are witness - Shy, beside me: you are found in the bed ©Dean J. Baker

Don’t bother me, I’m remembering; what happened in that room, in Athens: where I was infinitely lonely, and disturbed There is no ending, nor suggestion; to the meaning, that it was the right thing to do: after all, I was just on the lam ©Dean J. Baker March 1976 Athens, Greece

Don’t bother me, I’m remembering; what happened in that room, in Athens: where I was infinitely lonely, and disturbed There is no ending, nor suggestion; to the meaning, that it was the right thing to do: after all, I was just on the lam ©Dean J. Baker March 1976 Athens, Greece

It was one of those days where everything seemed still in the air; every effort hung like a question mark, the air conditioner was a white hole eating everything, and spewing only hope for respite. I was actually making some food when there was a loud knock and Cousin Harold came thumping in.

Today, I bought strawberries: luscious, red and ripe, bright with sunshine and juicy inside I promise when I bite into them my only thoughts will be: of you undressed, and waiting for me ©Dean J. Baker

In a Flash: The Launch of 100 Papers June 15th, 2008 by Sophy Book SA’s very own Liesl Jobson launched her collection of prose poems and flash fiction at the Cape Town Book Fair this morning. 100 Papers is her first book: congratulations Liesl!